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They will kill you. They will smash your rearviewmirror. They will glorify your enemies and humiliate your allies just to get to you and if that doesn't work they will do it the other way round. And they will do it again. Everything. They will sniff through your clothes. They will rape your pets. They will change your locks. They will pretend to read the paper just to find out at what time you left the coffee shop. They will do voodoo, witchery, spam, bullying, slandery and shitty tv commercials just to wash down your mind, your soul, your fucking karma core or whatever you use to wake up one-more-day. They'll introduce themselves just to die in your face. They'll be ghosts, faceless, anonymous, hundreds, thousands. They'll be your neighbours. They'll pay taxes just to see if you don't pay them. They'll buy you a drink. They'll call you the next day. They'll honk their horn. They'll scream at night. They'll look at your girl's legs. They'll look at your from a faraway window. They'll touch you up if you take the subway. They'll wait. They'll leave. And they'll come back. They will always come back for more. You're measurable, finite. They are not. And they'll take away your body and the air around it just to put it in a fucking jar covered in dust inside a glass cabinet in a hallway that rarely someone walks through. If they want, they will resurrect you to do it one more time. Over and over again. They will educate you. They will clothe you. They will buy you one-more drink. They will let you travel, laugh, love, get a kick out of it and then, they will scratch your neck while you sleep. They will smell your toothbrush. They will eat your shit - just to know one more thing about you-.
And when they know everything, EVERYTHING, they have to know. You'll be nothing but thin air. A razor blade falling of a table will be enough to open your guts. A gunshot to the sky will crack your skull. A whisper will put you to your knees.
Do you know what death kiss means?